Chapter 17 The Death Question

The Moth Fang Blood Ghost's words fell.

He remained extremely vigilant, staring at Decade, lest this pink Kamen Rider attack him without honor.

However, Chen Ran did not launch an attack immediately.

Beneath the mask, his handsome face, capable of making young ladies scream, curved into a slight smile.

This Fang Blood Ghost was still too young!

A death question?

After all, within the Martial Arts Examination Secret Realm, even the level 20 Bat Orphnoch hadn't asked such a question, merely inquiring Chen Ran's name.

But now, the Moth Fang Blood Ghost's question format was very standard.

Chen Ran felt a surge of excitement!

It was as if something hidden within his bloodline had been awakened.

Wasn't this more thrilling than a "Bo Ran" moment?

"Just a passing Kamen Rider, remember that!"

Chen Ran replied casually.

He wiped his sword.

Then, he took out another skill card from his card holder.

He inserted it into the driver for reading.

"Attack Ride..."

"Illusion!"

Instantly.

As the electronic sound effects echoed, in the Moth Fang Blood Ghost's eyes, Decade, sword in hand and charging towards him, flickered with illusions, almost instantly splitting into three.

The illusionary clones, much like the Shadow Clone Jutsu in the Naruto world.

These clones were all physical.

Not merely for posing.

They could attack alongside the main body.

Three figures, in an instant, launched attacks from different directions towards their target!

Riding on the card box sword, a nearly blinding, cold and sharp gleam emanated.

Moth Fang Blood Ghost: "???"

He slowly typed a question mark.

First, I didn't provoke any of you!

Second, I didn't provoke any of you!

Facing Decade, he was already at a disadvantage. In the brief two exchanges, he had been steadily retreating.

But Chen Ran, however, pressed his advantage.

And even more dishonorably, launched a righteous group attack!

The clones naturally had no consciousness of their own.

Nor were they controlled by Chen Ran himself.

In combat, their way of engaging with enemies was closer to instinct.

Similar to the "bots" Chen Ran played in games in his previous life.

But at most, they were at the "difficult bot" level.

Naturally, they couldn't be compared to "apocalypse bots."

Chen Ran and his clones coordinated with great默契 (mòqì - tacit understanding).

They sealed off the Moth Fang Blood Ghost from all directions.

Making it impossible for him to escape even if he had wings!

Chen Ran feigned a thrust with his sword.

He stabbed directly to the left.

The Moth Fang Blood Ghost leaped up, emitting explosive scales that detonated almost instantly.

Chen Ran rolled and dodged the explosion of scales.

A cloud of dust rose from the explosion site.

But the two clones did not have Chen Ran's good luck, being directly enveloped by the close-range explosion.

Chen Ran did not care.

They were just illusionary clones...

As long as he wished and had enough stamina, he could even create countless clones!

Of course, due to the dust kicked up by the explosion, Chen Ran himself was also enveloped.

Without X-ray vision, it would be impossible to see what was happening inside.

"How is it! Did it succeed?"

The Moth Fang Blood Ghost said with a stern voice.

"Too slow!"

Chen Ran's tone, involuntarily, carried a hint of mockery and laziness.

Before he arrived, his voice was heard first.

"Attack Ride... Slash!"

This time, it was a sword slash clone.

As Decade rushed out of the smoke, several seemingly chaotic, yet rhythmic slashes, directly landed on the Moth Fang Blood Ghost.

He didn't use the finishing Rider Kick, but the Moth Fang Blood Ghost had already reached his limit.

With a boom, he exploded!

Under Decade's offensive.

Not even a shred remained.

Chen Ran turned around and canceled his transformation.

"Grandma, I won."

He scratched his head, his youthful face beaming with a smile full of adolescent energy.

Grandma simply smiled and nodded.

She didn't say any extra words.

Because she knew.

Her grandson would definitely win!

It was inevitable.

He was the sun...

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